Jing Xiu said, "Have you gone to take pictures of the beauty?"

Ding Qi asked her: "What kind of person do you think she is?"

Jing Xiu pondered: "It should be the kind of girl who has good family conditions, some people spoil and some coax it, and is more arrogant."

She smiled and returned her phone: "I haven't been beaten by this world, my life is better than mine anyway."

Ding Qi turned over.

Jing Xiu was originally sitting on him, and wanted to get off first, he reached out and grabbed her waist and signaled her not to use it.

So she still sat there, her posture was ambiguous and restrained, and there was a head of the head in restraint. Her cheeks were hot, but she was secretly happy inside, thinking that the atmosphere was really good and she was as close as a couple.

So he became more and more willing to obey gentlely.

Ding Qi said: "Do you think she is dangerous?"

Danger?

Jing Xiu recalled the face he had just seen and shook his head.

But she is very smart: "Someone told you that she is dangerous?"

Ding Qi hesitated for a moment, paused, and suddenly gave up the topic simply: "I'm too tired today, go to bed early."

Jing Xiu knew that this was not accurate. His body was not tired today. If he really wanted to say it was tired, it might be because he was tired.

She lay beside Ding Qi, and there was a faint waxy smell in the room.

A person who is not very tired in his body will not fall asleep quickly even if he is tired - she knows he is awake.

So he asked, "Do you know there is a town called Jikou by the Yellow River? It is the same as the one with your name."

Ding Qi said: "I know."

He said: "Before liberation, when the traffic was underdeveloped, I wanted to transport east and west from northwest to North China, except for land, relying on the Yellow River waterway. However, when I came down from the upper reaches, it could not be connected as soon as I reached the Jikou. Because the water flow gap in this place was very different, there were many reefs and rapids, so there was a saying, "The Yellow River boat was scared to talk about Ji."

"So, as soon as the boat arrives at Jikou, it has to change from water to land. There are countless porters on the dock to help unload and transfer goods. In the past, it transported a lot of oil. The porters had no place to wipe the oil, so they wiped it on the wall and the door posts of the shop. Now when you go to Jikou for a trip, you can occasionally see layers of oil hanging on the door posts, and the black lumps formed by air drying..."

Jing Xiu was a little surprised. Ding Qi never took the initiative to say so many things, and his tone when talking about Jikou was very different.

She said: "Have you been there? Speaking of it, it's quite emotional."

Ding Qi didn't say anything, and the corner of his mouth was slightly pulled in the dim light, bringing out a faint sneer.

He has no feelings for that.

He was abandoned there, and Qi and Ji were homophones, his name and his life.

But there is no need to talk about this to a woman who plays a show.

***

The next night, Long Song went to the old market again.

Firstly, it is because Yi Sa doesn't stay in the city for long, at most three or five days, and after this village, he has to wait for a long time before he can have that shop; secondly, he is influenced by the "three visits to the cottage" and feels that sincerity will be effective. As long as he has a good attitude and communicates a few more times, maybe she can change her mind.

Zong Hang also went with him, because he had been bored in the hotel for so many days and wanted to go out for a walk.

Since Zong Hang suddenly spoke for Yi Sa last night, Apa suspected that his motive was not pure: Sure enough, after entering the old market, he didn't even visit, and followed Long Song all the way.

Then Long Song walked towards the Tutu Bar, and he found a position by the window in the cafe diagonally opposite him to sit down, sucking the drink absent-mindedly, his eyes floating in a fixed direction from time to time.

Apa said, "Young Master, are you interested in someone else?"

Zong Hang said: "Nonsense, I am so superficial. I just like a woman because she looks good?"

Otherwise? Apa thought this was puzzling: Isn’t it just because she looks good?

Zong Hang explained to him: "Aren't we going to fight for her now? Besides, her appearance is the type I like, and I want to see what a real person looks like."

He remembered the jokes he saw on the Internet before. Mr. Lu Xun criticized the imagination of Chinese people for being too leaping, saying, "When he saw a short sleeve, he immediately thought of white arms and full-naked bodies." It turned out that not only Chinese people, but Cambodians' imagination is also so rich and leaping.

There are still fundamental differences between the eyes and appearance. Zong Hang feels it is necessary to correct Apa's attitude: "Fellowship is a very serious matter, do you understand? Be cautious. You can't just look at her appearance, her personality, habits, family background, interests, and even the taste of eating are very important. For example, I love sweet food, she loves spicy food, how to make this dish at home in the future? Well, I have to consider too much in all aspects."

Apa Ru listened to the Book of Heaven. In his impression, such words seemed to be the lines of the male protagonist's parents when he fell in love with Cinderella.

If Zong Bisheng and Tong Hong saw this scene, they would be particularly pleased: after all, they would instill this consciousness in him over and over again when they beat Zong Hang without wearing open crotch pants. There is no way, the children of rich families are at high risk, and there are too many charming sluts who cheat money and sex outside.

Preventing women from the dolls, Tong Hong also tried it. When Zong Hang was having fun, he snatched his toy fishing machine: "Don't play anymore, you have to play for the little sister."

Zong Hang cried and beat his chest and stamped his feet: "I don't want my little sister, I want a fishing machine!"

He successfully achieved success in his childhood when he saw his little sister holding his toy and ran away faster than a wolf.

...

Or it is said that parents' education is very important. Zong Hang, who is determined to resist patriarchal power, did not realize that he had already won the title of Zong at this moment. He emphasized to Apa again: "You must be cautious, do you know it carefully? You must not be blind and impulsive."

Apa said: "...You are so cautious and have you changed five girlfriends?"

Zong Hang had long forgotten that he had five girlfriends.

He lowered his head and stirred the orange-red soda with the straw, and thought of an excuse when the bubbles that were rising at the bottom of the cup collided.

Then he raised his head and said sadly: "How can I say this? After you have talked too many girlfriends, you will feel bored and have an indescribable feeling, just like a general... to the person, do you understand?"

If Apa had an IQ online, he would find that Zong Hang had completely answered that he was wrong.

But he didn't.

He was seized by vanity: "Yes, I have talked about three, and in the few paragraphs I talked about, I do feel that it's a bit wasteful."

The lights in the old market area are chaotic and blurry, shining on the faces of the two love saints, giving them a sincere, depressed, and sad temperament.

Apa felt sad: He didn't have a girlfriend, and he had to accompany someone who had five girlfriends to talk about his relationship here. Zong Hang also knew "sweeping". He knew at first glance that only people with rich emotional experience could experience it.

He didn't want to torture himself anymore: "Forget it, the young master, all those women are blind."

Then switch to the topic: "I don't know how Brother Long and Isa are talking."

***

It was really familiar with each other. When Yi Sa didn't frown and smiled when he saw Long Song coming again.

She bit a lit small brown-red wood from her mouth, and the smell of the wood smelled like smoke.

Long Song guessed that she might be from Yunnan. He had come into contact with so many Chinese people and had only seen one or two people from Yunnan who smoked this kind of "smoke". In fact, it was not cigarettes. It was said to be a kind of wood in the local mountains. It was cut thinly and flatly, and it could be used to smoke, which was harmless to the body, or it could be chewed in the mouth. It tasted a bit sweet and spicy.

In order to facilitate speaking, she held the "fine smoke" between her fingers. The wood was tough and she pressed around her fingers, like a ring with sparks.

She said: "I can help you recognize people, but to be honest, I don't want to get involved in this kind of thing."

"You'd better not get involved, you're a legitimate businessman, don't make yourself sick, as others can't hide, you're still thinking about chasing you."

Long Song said: "The main reason is that a friend from China, who is the son of the boss, has to be told like this, and he has to be explained."

Yi Sa said: "What explanation do you need? I've really found it. What do you want to do to others? I'll beat you up?"

Long Songxiao: "How could we do that? We just want an explanation and apologize..."

Yi Sa interrupted him: "Is it difficult to deal with?"

Long Song didn't understand.

"Is it difficult for your friend from China to do it?"

Why did you go to Zonghang as you said that?

Long Song was a little strange: "It's not difficult to do it. My friend is very good and generous..."

Before he could finish his words, someone shouted far behind him, "Isa!"

Yi Sa raised his head and waved at the person who came with a smile.

It seems that he is an acquaintance, and Long Song tactfully lets him beside him and asks them to talk first.

The person who came was a tall and thin middle-aged white man with gold-wire-framed glasses and golden moustaches. He handed Yi Sa the thin booklet rolled into a tube of his hand to Yi Sa: "My friend and I made an appointment to drink here and bring you the physical examination report."

Yi Sa took it and didn't rush to open it: "What's the result? Am I terminally ill?"

The person who came laughed and said, "Isa, you are so humorous."

Then shrugged: "Everything is perfect, except that you are a little too thin, but I know that beautiful girls don't like to gain weight."

Yi Sa inserted the "fine cigarette" into the crack of the wooden board at hand, as if a short incense was burned.

Then open the physical examination report.

Long Song glanced at: The templates of the physical examination report of each company are similar. The indicators are listed on the left, and the three small grids on the right represent low, standard and exceeding the standard.

Most of the "√" are placed in the standard column, with sparse few being low, and none of them exceeding the standard.

The man said, "I have sent the electronic version of your uncle by email, but Isa, I suggest you..."

Yi Sa raised his head.

"At your age, there is no need to have a comprehensive physical examination every three months. Some items are not good for the health if you do too much. Generally speaking, it is enough for young people once a year."

Yi Sa smiled: "I think so too, but my uncle is very persistent. Maybe it's because a few of my elders died of a terminal illness suddenly. He is afraid that I will do the same thing one day."

She approached the man and smiled a little badly: "I know that he will call your account regularly, either. I won't check it next time. Anyway, the results will be similar every time - you slightly adjust the physical examination report and give it to him, and return the medical examination money to me. This way I make money and save trouble, okay?"

The man still smiled on his face, but gradually became embarrassed.
To be continued...